To assassinate Santa Claus is a ridiculous notion because, of course, he doesn’t exist. Yet, it is also a treacherous notion because Santa is a sacred American myth, deeply rooted in our hearts and a fundamental element of our social consciousness and economic system. Our cultural environment is saturated with Santa’s mutated image and that image is never a greater visible symbol of power (or a better target) than his grand holiday entrance down Broadway the heart of New York City in the Thanksgiving Day Parade.
Be my Oswald looks at the struggle between the power of myth over reality with a micro cultural environment of two individuals who’s bonding loyalty and trust clash when confronted with the truth. That struggle, much like our shocking childhood discovery about the truth of Santa, is a very rude awakening.